Vacation Stephanie Golisch The sun pours down heavy on our heads like pancake batter. I don’t understand the language. We follow the locals. Though they might be leading us in circles, we have no choice. We had to give up our cell phones at the border, no one dared to argue with the guards in…
Every Bird Casts a Shadow Alexandra N. Kontes Dear Sir: You know that green hat in your new story? Well, you can’t have it. It’s mine. I’ve already started cutting the words green hat out of the copies of your books at Barnes and Noble, so you are just going to have to think of…
Canis Lupus Astra Killian Czuba The dogs woke up before we did. “Dog.” That was the first word we learned to recognize. This planet has been our home for forty-nine years. We tell time by the calendars sent with us from home. Home. “America.” This is the second word we learned. The tapes and pictures…
